Lock story #2: Not locked out... Not at all.
Here's kind of the opposite tale of woe with regards to a door story, and equally scary.![]() At 3:44 pm, I get a call from the alarm company saying that there was an alarm code from our front door, and what should they do? dispatch the police? As I am 3 hours by car away, and Stephanie is an hour and a half by transport away (and that's another kick in the butt-- I'm 160 miles away, and Stephanie is 15 miles away-- Grist for a different mill) So I say Yes-- please dispatch the police. ![]() Made it home in 3 hours flat and nothing was stolen, thank god! (especially the TIVO, which has bunches of stuff I need! :o) ) Apparently either I or Stephanie left the front door open. Now I don't think I did, and Stephanie doesn't think that she did, so perhaps it was Joe? I guess I might have, after doing all that work on Sunday. It just doesn't seem like me though to leave that unlocked. I'm usually very locky. Oh well, it's done, and we're not the worse for wear. And I hope that it never happens again! ![]() Or Goldilocks will come to our door, and then huff and puff, and blow my.... oh but this is a family blog! I know it won't be anything involving John Locke of TV's Lost, as it is now off the air for three months. (Boo Hoo) Maybe my next set of things will be about the Florida Keys.... Labels: house |
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Pussycat!!! I hope that clever-looking panther of yours isn't figuring out how to let himself out.